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"And the will?" he said, with forced calmness. Some of them are now buried at the bottom of the Thames. “I know. “Do you think you’ll ever get married, Lucy?” Lucy shifted uncomfortably as she pulled her makeshift nightgown—an old T-shirt—over her head. He became primitive, literal in his conception; the ramifications were, for the nonce, fairly relegated to limbo. The porter instantly made his appearance, and Sheppard ordered him to take care of the horses. The roof was partially untiled; the chimneys were tottering; the side-walls bulged, and were supported by a piece of timber propped against the opposite house; the glass in most of the windows was broken, and its place supplied with paper; while, in some cases, the very frames of the windows had been destroyed, and the apertures were left free to the airs of heaven.
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